They had been on the island five full days and Bobbie was ready to throttle her children and their father. It was a bright, sunny morning and the kids were laying on the floor of the living room, trading insults over which video game they should play.
Olivier had vanished to take a phone call from Riggs, leaving her to clean up the breakfast mess and to referee the arguing demons.
“It’s nice out. Put the game away and go outside!” she yelled from the kitchen sink.
“Papa said to wait for him, and he’d take us fishing.” Max called back, “he said to entertain ourselves until he was ready.”
She closed her eyes and began slowly willing herself to count to ten before she went into the other room and jumped with her two feet onto the gaming console and the shoved the pieces of it up Olivier’
